The Scrambler is patrolling the halls, when he spots the Fourth Guardian. He is immediately suspicious, as only those on duty are allowed to be in the halls this late at night.

Scrambler: Whatcha doin’ outside your quarters, Lord Fourth?

#4 (for the sake of shortening his title, this is what I’ll call the Fourth Guardian): It does not concern you.

Scrambler, drawing the Eraser: Maybe not, but I don’t think you’re out here for a midnight snack.

#4, with claws extending out of his hands: I wasn’t planning to, but I will prepare a feast of eggs.

Scrambler rushes forward, slashing horizontally, and his sword clashes with #4’s claws.

Scrambler, in his thoughts: I can’t deal any real damage with just erasing magic, I have to use egg magic too!

Scrambler extends his left arm, his hands directly in front of #4’s face.

#4: What are you doing-

Scrambler shuts his eyes and snaps, creating a blinding light, and disorienting #4. He then teleports behind #4, and slashes his back.

#4 cries out in pain, and in primal rage.

Scrambler: Your finished, give up.

#4 sinks into the ground and rises up, standing, a short distance away.

#4: M@ỵ thệ đ3@d Rị$3.

Several deformed animals rise from the ground, bloated, rotting, and missing body parts. They stare at Scrambler for a good second before pouncing.

Scrambler feels the adrenaline coursing through him as the foul creature charge toward him. He steadies his stance, draws his sword back, and in one, powerful swing, he disintegrates the entire group.

Scrambler, stammering: W-what are those monsters you got there?

#4, smirking: I’ll kill you before you get to find out.

He lunges at Scrambler, but Scrambler teleports out of the way.

#4: Gottem.

Snakes made of chains burst from the ground, wrapping around Scrambler, and magically binding him.

#4 walks up to him, and grabs his head, lifting him up.

#4: It’d be a shame to waste to rob the multiverse of such talent, but I’m afraid you are making too much noise.

Scrambler, smiling: Why don’t you just f*** off!

The chain snakes disintegrate, and the Eraser, glowing brighter than ever, is making its way toward #4’s neck.

A long tendril-like appendage grabs Scramblers arm, stopping him mid-swing. A large burst of energy shoots out of his sword.

Scrambler opens his mouth in shock and then-

Riiiiiip!

His arm is torn off, and he cries out.

#4: On second thought, I’ll just kill your brain, you rotten egg.

Claws sink into Scramblers skull (?) and he turns green. He groans as if he were a zombie.

“Yes master..”